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Desiderium | Jean Kirstein x fem! reader

♡wc: 8.3k ♡an: this is heavily based on season 3 of You which gave me this idea just without the, ya know 🔪 and here I am with this! ♡tags: explicit smut + milf! housewife reader + infidelity + angst + mutual pining + slow burn + flirting + teasing + mentions of babies + unprotected sex + fingering + lactation kink + cunnilingus + consensual voyeurism + dry humping + mentions of pregnancy, birth and breastfeeding + mutual masturbation + male and fem masturbation + face sitting + begging + panty stuffing + age gap + breast/nipple play + praising + lovemaking + reader does have a last name being married to the OC Adam + arguing.

Moving to a different state was never part of your dreams, especially after getting married and having a baby girl, but your husband’s job promised him something better with a higher salary, and it didn’t really matter if you wanted to or not because “This is a great opportunity for us.” He told you the night before the big move.

You both laid in bed doing the same routine, him on his phone and you with your nose stuck in a book. It was the same thing every single day. It was like you were stuck.

Wash, lather, rinse and repeat. Waking up before him to make breakfast, pour his coffee, and get your daughter ready for the day and throughout the week you cleaned an already impeccable house.

It felt like a cliche, just another bored housewife looking for more passion in her life.

“We have to wake up early, I know, but I was hoping we could maybe snuggle and kiss?” You suggested shutting your book putting it on the nightstand. Adam turned his head to glance at you before looking back at his phone yawning.

“Not tonight, maybe when we get settled in.”

Sighing, you chewed on your bottom lip, knowing there was no point in asking again or saying anything because it’s been like this for the last year of your marriage.

Meeting at the young age of seventeen, you were quick to marry him a few days after your eighteenth birthday, after he whispered promises of a lifetime of happiness and everything you wanted in your ear, only to realize that ten years later, the happiness you once felt was no longer there.

No, instead your chest felt hollow. Like you were missing something and it didn’t matter the amount of begging or talking, nothing changed, so you sucked it up and dealt with it, knowing that’s not the way to go about this, but with how everything was now, you couldn’t afford a divorce. On top of it all, there is a part of you that still loves Adam. You always will.

Almost two days later, you were pointing the movers where to go with Holly, your eight-month-old baby on your hip, who watched everyone cooing and smiling while Adam was away at work, leaving the biggest stressor on you, nothing new, but it didn’t help when Holly began to cry.

“Can you please just keep taking them inside and just put them in the labeled rooms please?” You asked one of the movers.

“Your husband paid us only to put them in the living room, ma’am.” He replied, shrugging his shoulders, continuing his work.

It was hard not to roll your eyes to the back of your head from the frustration that set in. Of course, he would only pay them to do that, leaving you to do most of the work, by yourself.

Like everything else, any aspect of your marriage to him was one-sided. Even your sex life was just you getting yourself off. The last time you were intimate was when you got pregnant, and after that, he wasn’t interested in you, making you believe that your new body wasn’t attractive or he was having an affair.

After shutting both of those ideas down, Adam was sure to shower you in love and attention for a few days, before going back to his old ways.

Sighing you walked back inside to Holly’s room, taking care of her before walking back outside, looking around the neighborhood. Cookie-cutter houses were lined up on each side giving a shitty facade of being the best town in the entire place when it was filled with nothing but people who would stab you in the back if they were given the chance.

Adam wanted to move to a prestigious place and this was it.

Full of bullshit.

“Hey, neighbor!” A voice called out as they walked up your driveway, glancing at the movers then your new house, before settling warm eyes on you.

Squinting you looked at the figure as they came closer to reveal a young man with sandy brown hair that was cut into a mullet almost making you laugh to yourself, but he made it work, sexy even. Hazel eyes, and a handsome face chiseled by God himself, and a body to match with stubble that added to the sex appeal he had. He has to be taller than six feet, you thought as he came closer, sliding his hands in his shorts he shot you a smile that was sure to drop panties.

“Hi. I hope we aren’t making a lot of noise.” You said, switching Holly to your other hip.

“Oh, no, don't worry about that. I was just about to come and mow my lawn and saw you were moving in.” He replied looking at Holly smiling as he waved, then at your wedding ring which felt more like handcuffs at this point.

“My name is Jean and I live next door with a few friends.” He held his hand out for you.

Shaking his hand you felt a tug in your chest that hasn’t been there in such a long time. Clearing your throat, you smiled and gave him your name. “You can call me Mrs. Baker though.” You told him as he pressed a light kiss to the back of your hand.

“Okay. Well Mrs. Baker, if you ever need anything you know where to find me. This neighborhood is mostly accepting, but you’ll need to watch out for a few catty women who only thrive on the misfortunes of others.”

Raising an eyebrow you pulled your hand from his. “And what makes you think that I’m not like that?”

Jean smiled looking at you. “Let’s just say intuition. You have yourself a good day now Mrs. Baker.” He said before heading down your driveway disappearing.

The way he said your last name made you warm and giddy like a teenager.

Once the movers were gone and Holly was asleep, it gave you time to unpack, listening to the radio as you danced around the house without a care in the world, forgetting to shut your blinds, giving Jean, Eren, Connie, and Armin a good view of your ass, the dress you wore giving them a brief glance of your panties.

“Who knew we had such a hot neighbor?” Eren asked.

Armin rolled his eyes and walked back to his bedroom.

“And she’s a milf.” Connie replied, sipping his beer.

Jean turned to look at them. “And she’s married.”

That was the end of the conversation, and right as they were leaving they saw Adam pull up and walk inside.

“Hey, was everything put up?” he asked, walking through the front door hanging his jacket up.

You looked up from your position on the floor, opening a box that contained your wedding pictures. “No. You paid the movers to put them in the living room? How do you expect me to move all of these myself?” You asked, taking out the albums.

Opening the first one you stared at the first picture tucked away neatly, you and Adam standing at the altar, moments after you kissed officially as husband and wife. “I was going to help, but the move has us strapped for cash for a bit.”

Standing up you gripped the leather book in your hand rolling your eyes. “Really? You said that they gave you a raise plus a little bit of money to move us here. I’m tired, Adam.”

He shrugged his shoulders, taking his shoes off. “Okay, go to sleep then. You can work on this tomorrow.”

Staring at him, you dropped the book and headed up the stairs to your bedroom that still had the mattress on the floor. There was no way you could drag the frame up the stairs, so you had no choice but to shed your dress and crawl on the bed, pulling the sheets up to your chin tossing and turning.

It would’ve been better if you didn’t talk to Adam about anything. It wasn’t healthy and you knew it, but at this point, you weren’t sure what to do but go through the motions. You really weren’t sure where it went all wrong, the love that was held between you two slowly faded from a large roaring fire to a burnt-out match that was discarded.

It was hard to think exactly of how to light a new match, or if even there was something to be lit, but the thought of having to do that exhausted you more. You tried just about everything in the book. When he came home, you stood at the door naked, only for him to walk by you asking why you weren’t wearing any clothes leaving you embarrassed and angry.

Having dinner ready every night no matter what you were going through, or having Holly attached to you feeding her, you still made sure that Adam never went without needing anything, but you couldn’t remember the last time he’s made you feel like that.

Sun shone through the window, washing over you and the empty bed, Adam was already gone to work. Checking your phone you didn’t see a text from him letting you know he left early and didn’t want to deal with your sulking, so you were left to get up and go check on Holly, who still was asleep in her crib.

Kissing her forehead, you headed back downstairs to the living room in search of your coffee maker and everything else you needed, but the kitchen was bare, with no food or anything that you needed.

Sighing, you rubbed your temples in hopes of quelling the headache that crept in the back of your skull, as you remembered what Jean told you yesterday. Hopefully, he would let you borrow a few ingredients. After getting Holly and you dressed, with her on your hip, you walked over to their house. Knocking on the door, you waited for an answer.

Jean pulled open the door, yawning and rubbing the back of his head clad in boxers that hung dangerously low on his hips. “Good morning. I don’t mean to bother you, but is there any way I could borrow a few things?” You asked trying not to gawk at him.

Holly babbled and reached out for him, making Jean smile and bend at his waist, cooing at her playing peek-a-boo, giving her more attention than your husband has. “Morning. And it’s no bother at all. Do you plan on giving them back?” He asked, standing straight up.

“Well, I mean I don’t think you’d want eggshells back unless you do?”

Jean chuckled. “I’ll pass, thank you. You can come in if you want to by the way.” Then turned to look in at his friends sitting on the couch, before turning back to you.

You shook your head smiling. “I know I’m asking an awful lot but could you bring them to my house? I just need to borrow the basics until I can go to the store, but I don’t know when that is either and Adam won’t help me with anything-” You broke off feeling embarrassed for spilling your guts to your neighbor, your very hot and young neighbor.

“Adam is your husband I’m assuming?” Jean asked, leaning against the door frame.

“Yeah. I’m sorry for just dumping that on you. It’s just that I know no one here or have no one to talk too.”

He nodded his head understanding, “Why don’t you give me a few minutes and I can take you. Do you have a car seat?” He asked, looking at Holly.

You looked at him bewildered. “I-you really want to take me?”

Jean chuckled. “It’s not right to leave a pretty lady and her cute baby stranded and hungry. I’ll meet you at your place in ten minutes.”

For some reason you found yourself nodding your head and turning around to walk back home, getting your daughter ready then yourself, dabbing perfume on you like you were getting ready for a date.

True to his word Jean helped you install the car seat in the backseat of his truck before opening your door for you, after strapping Holly in with a kiss on her head. “Thank you. You’re quite the gentleman.”

Jean bowed, smirking. “I know how to treat women.”

You found yourself wishing your husband was like that. Hell, you couldn’t even remember the last time he’s done something like that for you, so it was nice even though the silence was awkward as Jean drove to the store, making small talk, getting to know you better.

“It’s the end of summer so there’s still plenty to do and there are a lot of parks to take your daughter to. How old is she if I may ask?”

You glanced at his arms wondering how they would feel holding you. Shaking your head of the thoughts you smiled, “Her name is Holly and she’s almost eight months old. They grow up so fast. I didn’t think she would, especially when people told me that, but turns out it’s true.”

Jean smiled listening to you as he pulled into the parking lot, getting out to open your door then Holly’s, before grabbing a cart. “I’ll push if you want me to.”

It was a nice turn of events to have someone else do something to help you out, so you obliged, letting him push while you filled the cart, watching and listening to him making Holly smile and blabber. “You’re a natural with kids. Do you have any siblings?” You asked, looking at the difference between the two cans you held in your hands.

Jean laughed and shook his head. “No. I only live with my roommates. Eren and Connie are more like the children of the group and Armin and I are the dads or something. I’ve known them for a very long time.”

You smiled at him recalling all the good memories they had. “That’s sweet. They’re very lucky to have you. Thanks again for bringing me here. Hopefully, soon I won’t have to rely on you for everything.”

“I don’t mind. I like being needed especially by someone so beautiful.” He murmured looking at you.

A rush of heat invaded you as you avoided eye contact, unsure what to say, only giving him a small nod with your stomach in knots by the way he looked at you, his eyes burned a hole in your head as you kept trying not to look at him afraid you’d ask something wildly inappropriate.

Jean helped you every step of the way, even taking the groceries inside for you. “Wow. I’ve only seen this place from the outside but it’s very nice.”

You put away the milk and everything else that he handed to you. “Thank you. This house called to me when I was looking online in the area.”

Before he could open his mouth to say something, Holly cried reaching for your shirt. Another wave of heat washed over you as Jean took notice of what she wanted, and even though it was natural, you never had such a response. “Go ahead and take care of her. I can finish putting these away.”

You looked at him like he had two heads furrowing your eyebrows. “Seriously. I don’t mind. And I promise not to look through anything.” He added with a laugh that put you at ease.

“Ok. Thank you so much. It shouldn’t take long, then I can put her down for a nap.”

Walking with Holly to her bedroom you sat down with her and began your usual routine of feeding her then burping and changing her before laying her in her crib, kissing her head, and smiling down at her. Most of the time you saw your husband’s face, which made your heart twist. A part of you still loves him even though the marriage was nothing like it was at first.

Smiling, you checked her over one more time, before heading downstairs to see Jean finishing up.

“Everything good?” He asked, shutting the fridge before turning to look at you, leaning against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Yes. Again, thank you for everything you’ve done for us today. It really means a lot.”

Jean smiled nodding his head. “Like I said, it's not a problem. What kind of man would I be to let someone struggle like that?”

You bit your tongue not wanting to make a comment about Adam, instead, you grabbed a water bottle handing it to him. “How about I make lunch and you can catch me up on everything in the neighborhood?”

Twenty minutes later, you sat next to him on the barstools, eating and talking, but it was more of him making you laugh, almost spitting out your food when he talked about his friends and when he trailed his fingers over your shoulder in an attempt to push the strap up had you trying to catch your breath just the light touch had your cunt clenching around nothing.

“As a general consensus, I would try to avoid all the mommy bloggers. They really like to push their agenda by selling lame products or whatever it is.” Jean said after finishing his sandwich.

Standing up, you grabbed the plate putting it in the sink laughing facing away from him looking out the window. “I think a lot of those stay-at-home moms are pulled into those things in hopes of making their own income, but I have to agree. I didn’t have many friends where I lived either, so I think it’s going to be the same.”

“Well, we’re friends, aren’t we?” He asked, checking you out from behind, his eyes wandering over every inch, his mind slipping into something not relevant to the conversation. Instead, he wondered what you sounded like moaning his name, your nails digging in the soft flesh of his back leaving marks.

“I suppose. Although, you do know I’m older than you.” You replied washing the dishes ignorant to his burning stare or lewd thoughts. Something about you drew him in, like a moth to a flame.

“What, three years?”

You laughed, turning to look at him, raising an eyebrow. “Try nine years.”

Jean shook his head, grabbing the rag on the counter wiping it down. “No way, you don’t look like you’re twenty-nine. I might have to check your ID.”

“You do know you’re not supposed to ask a lady her age anyway. And thank you Mr. Smooth, but I am that old plus, I don’t think our interests are the same. I have a pretty good idea what twenty year old men think about, and it’s not befriending their neighbors who have a baby.”

Jean stood up with a pink tinge coloring his cheeks. “Mr. Smooth? Also, note how I didn’t ask your age. You volunteered that information. Wwhat if your birthday is coming up and I wanted to give you something? Your ID would tell me.”

Rolling your eyes playfully you felt like a teenager again, shamelessly flirting as you reached for your purse, handing the card to him.

“Ah. Now I know everything I need to.” He teased, setting it back on the counter.

You both stared at each other for several seconds, simmering in the unknown feeling that bubbled in your stomach. It was the reaction you had when you met someone for the first time and it’s new, fun, and exciting getting to know the things that make them tick, the sweet subtle touches and hot and heavy flirting.

Realizing that you were staring for a while now, you looked away then grabbed the rag that you held in your hand.

“You do.” You smiled. “and I think it’s time for my nap now too, Holly keeps me awake at night. And if you ever need anything don’t hesitate to come over.”

Jean smiled and placed his hand over yours, eliciting goosebumps. “Will do, Mrs. Baker. I also noticed your yard needs to be mowed. I do others’ around here, so would it be alright if I came by and did it tomorrow before the homeowners association throws a bitch fit?”

Your brain stopped working, everything shutting down just by a simple touch. Removing your hand from his, you smiled. “Oh. That would be wonderful. How much would you want?”

“Nothing. It's free for you.” He winked and left with a goodbye, leaving you to stand in your kitchen, wondering what the hell you were doing.

Several hours later Adam walked through the door sighing, a tell-tale sign that he had a hard day at work. Each night it felt like he timed coming home just when Holly went back down for the night, leaving you to tend to the house or watch TV. Again the same thing day in and day out, but now you added Jean to the mix.

“Hey, how was your day?” You asked when he settled on the other end of the couch, another way of putting space between you and him.

“Same as usual. I think I’m going to head to bed. Good night.”

With that, he stood and headed to the bedroom dismissing you and the conversation.

Cold like an iceberg and impenetrable too. It was hard to get to him to open up to you, for the longest time you wondered where you went wrong, but then soon realized it was him, and as much as you wanted to work it out, part of you knew that it was a dead relationship at this point. You weren’t really sure why you hung on so tight to it. Maybe it was because of Holly. Or that’s what you told yourself at least.

Instead of the marriage and the vows and promises you both exchanged, talking about forever, you were instead hurting. You wanted something to change, you wanted him to change.

You mentioned couples therapy once before, and he said that you both didn’t need it. And now here you are, thinking that wouldn’t even help at this point. All it would do is open healing wounds that would cause your heartbreak all over again. It’s not fair to you to stay, but the small voice in your brain and heart are in an argument, saying Adam will change, it’s just the stress of the move and a new baby.

A baby that he has barely taken care of. Jean showed her more attention than her own father has. It was instantaneous the way she took to him, smiling as he used his baby voice engaging her with her toys in the store as he pushed the cart, even offering to pay for your groceries, and tomorrow he’s going to be mowing your lawn.

When you woke up the next morning it wasn’t a surprise that Adam was already gone. After watching several more episodes, you joined him in bed. He was already sleeping, leaving you alone again.

“Morning sleepy head. You slept in, huh?” You laughed, kissing Holly’s cheek, walking into the living room putting her on her mat before looking through the window that faced the front yard, getting a perfect view of Jean already mowing it, shirtless and sweating, trickling down his bareback, thoughts of him on top of you sweating for different reasons had you growing warm. The sun was already high in the sky beating down on him.

It wasn’t a good idea to stand there and stare knowing you could be caught at any moment ogling him.

Jean was quick to notice you as he gave you a small wave, stopping for a brief second to wipe the sweat off his forehead, while the only thing you could do was stay rooted in your spot before ridding yourself of your indecent thoughts and heading into the kitchen, making breakfast and of course, something to eat for Jean who knocked on your door after he was done.

You opened the door holding the plate and water bottle out for him. “Oh, for me? If you keep on making me food, I’m going to expect an invite to dinner.” He teased taking it from you.

“Maybe one night, you have helped me out a lot. I appreciate you mowing my yard and I’ll let you know about dinner. Bring the plate when you get that invite.”

He smirked and took a bite licking his lips eyeing you up and down. “Thanks, Mrs. Baker. I’ll see you around.”

When he left, you shut the door, shaking your head again before eating your own breakfast, then tended to Holly. After cleanup, you strapped her in her stroller and headed outside into the warm breezy day.

Jean caught sight of you as he walked outside fresh from a shower, hair still wet. Small rivers streamed down his bare chest as he walked to his mailbox waving at you again, a knowing smirk on his handsome face. He knew how you stared at him feeling the same way.

“Are you stalking me?” You asked, slowing your pace to stop, pulling down the cover over Holly from the sun.

“More like you’re stalking me. Are you going to the park?” He asked.

You nodded and he pointed down the street. “Go two blocks then turn right and it’s right there. Have fun and maybe I’ll see you later.”

“Don’t count on it,” you called out teasingly walking away hearing him laugh watching you.

But he did count on it.

Over the next couple of weeks, you found yourself talking to Jean more often getting to know him and him knowing you. Stopping to talk about your days and how everything else was going.

He was genuinely interested, you could tell by the way he listened to you, leaning in when he couldn’t hear you or tilting his head slightly still maintaining eye contact at all times. It felt nice for someone to listen, the weight he took off your shoulder was enough to have you smiling more.

Saturday was the day Adam took off, but he usually stayed in his office working, as if he didn’t do enough of that already, but when you were woken up with light kisses, your hazy brain thought of Jean pulling you in his arms, his stubble stroking your shoulder as you snuggled closer to him until he spoke with Adam’s voice.

Waking up, you opened your eyes coming back to reality. “Oh, morning. I didn’t think you were going to be in bed.” You murmured.

“Yeah I figured I would stay out of my office. Maybe you could go do something today.”

You looked at him confused as you sat up. “I was going to take Holly to the library.”

“I meant for yourself. I know… I know I haven’t been the best husband or father lately.”

His admission took you by surprise as you climbed out of bed getting dressed. The idea sounded nice, but you weren’t sure if Holly would want to spend time with him.

“Are you sure? What’s changed?”

Adam stood up while you were pulling the sheets up making the bed. “I just realized how hard you’ve been working too. Go ahead and have some you time.”

And that’s how you found yourself at the grocery store, pushing a cart, grabbing items, enjoying the quiet for a few minutes, until it hit you, that you were alone, the thoughts distracting you from where you were going until you heard someone say something.

“Oh. I’m so sorry-”

Of course, it was Jean who held your cart looking at you. The smirk that got your knees weak gracing his lips.

“Are you sure you’re not following me?” He teased looking at you then your items.

“You wish. I came here by myself to get out of the house, and I wasn’t quite sure where to go or what to do.”

Jean nodded and smiled, knowing your husband was at home. “How about I show you something pretty cool?”

“Is this your way of asking me on a date?” You teased leaning your elbows on the cart.

“You wish.” He laughed, desperately wishing he could ask you on a date. It was clear as day that you weren’t happy with Adam.

Whatever problems you had in your marital life were none of his business, but he still wanted to help out anyway.

Embarrassment flushed through you at some lame attempt of flirting. The guilt didn’t nip at your heels like you thought it would, but the fact that you made a fool of yourself in front of Jean did.

All he was doing was trying to be nice. There’s no way he could or would have a crush on you, being a mother added new challenges, not only to your life, but to your body as well.

“I don’t think today is going to work. Maybe next weekend or something. I really need to get home. Thanks for asking though.” You said wanting to get out of there.

Jean frowned. “Wait. I didn’t mean-”

You were already walking away from him quickly to the registers, paying and bagging everything, making a haste getaway to your car where Jean was waiting to apologize.

“Now you’re waiting for me at my car?” You asked putting the bags away as he helped rubbing the back of his neck.

“I just wanted to apologize.”

You shook your head opening your door. “No, I should. I’m a married woman, we can’t be flirting or anything of the sort. You need to find someone your own age.”

Jean stared at you before stepping forward. “You feel it too, that spark? I can see it in your eyes when you talk to me, or when you trail your fingers up my arm giving it a light squeeze and I can see that you aren’t happy in your marriage.”

You recoiled from him as if he slapped you, knowing other people knew that you weren’t happy didn’t sit right. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.” You denied it, further burying yourself in the lie that you were actually happy.

Summer was quickly coming to a halt. The warm days were going to turn into cooler ones, August melting into gray cloudy days.

It was just a week ago, when you spoke those words to Jean and that was the end of the friendship you had, driving you back to feeling hollow inside. Even though Adam was being good now, you knew all too well that he changes his ways like the weather, so it wasn't going to last. It pained you that he wasn't genuinely trying to make it work, not for you, not even for his daughter. And that's when you realized that it was really over. Your relationship will never recover, nor go back to the way it was in the beginning.

Saturday was when you usually went out to do something for yourself. The benefits of having the time just for you felt weird in a sense because the last eight months you’ve had a baby attached to your hip.

And every time you went out, you found yourself willing to run into Jean who had been avoiding you too, and today ended up being your lucky day when you walked to the park seeing him on a bench.

“Hi, neighbor. Fancy running into you.” You said in a lame attempt at some joke.

Jean looked up at you then broke out into a smile. “I thought you hated me.”

Sitting down next to him, you looked at the empty playground, chewing on your words before turning to look at him. “No, I don’t hate you. I snapped when you didn’t deserve that.”

He shrugged his shoulders and looked at you smiling warmly, melting any negative thoughts you had.

“I don’t mean to sound creepy but I heard you and Adam fighting the other night. It was hard not to really when both our windows were open. I don’t know him or anything about your marriage, but can you look me in the eyes and tell me that you really are happy?” He asked.

A lump formed in your throat, because how could someone outside of the relationship see that you weren’t happy, but Adam couldn’t?

“It can’t be creepy I guess if the windows were open. And I- I don’t know. You don’t want to hear my problems. Shouldn’t you be out doing something else?”

He chuckled and draped his arm behind you on the bench brushing your shoulder. Without thinking about it, you moved closer until your thighs were pressed together. “I’m here to listen. We all need that, a shoulder to lean on. You’ve been taking care of everyone but who’s been taking care of you?”

The question that even you didn’t have an answer to.

“Remember you said it was okay.” You said before taking a deep breath in.

“Adam and I met when we were still kids. Puppy love if you will, and I knew when I met him he was the one for me, my soulmate. We got married and everything was great the first few years of our marriage, then when I got pregnant with Holly, he just checked out almost. I went to most of my appointments alone. The morning sickness, the cravings, the swelling, everything that pregnancy did to me, I was alone and God only knows how long it’s been since I’ve been touched by someone other than my own hand. I want to be kissed and caressed, told that I’m beautiful or that I’m doing a good job. No one has told me that in such a long time.”

Jean listened as he turned his body to look at you fully, moving his hand to cup your cheek, leaning in staring into your eyes, before brushing his thumb over the tears that dripped down your cheek. “I think you’re very beautiful and a good mom. I see how you interact with Holly. She loves you and is lucky to have you. You really are doing a good job, and given the circumstances you’re in, you should be proud of yourself, really.”

Swallowing around the lump you closed the distance and kissed him feeling fireworks explode, it was all new and you wanted more of it. You never felt this way even with Adam.

At first, Jean didn’t know what to do, but he listened to the voice in his head pulling you closer practically on his lap. His tongue parted your lips, tangling with yours in a deep messy kiss that left your teeth clacking together.

“Did you drive here?” You asked leaning back, fisting his shirt.

Nodding his head, Jean quickly stood up, holding your hand and guiding you to his truck, where he opened the door for you, watching as you climbed up, getting a glimpse of your panties that you took off as soon as you were situated. His cock strained in his shorts as he joined you, shutting the door. It didn’t take long for you to straddle him, wrapping your arms around his neck kissing him again, something you could become addicted to.

He kept his hands on your hips, letting you dry hump him. Both of you acted like teenagers, as you took his shirt off, running your hands up and down his bare chest groaning. “You really take care of yourself, don’t you?” You asked.

Jean chuckled, reaching his hand under your dress, rubbing your clit, watching you throw your head back, perching your hands on his shoulders with your panties balled in one hand. “Feel good?” He asked.

“Mhm, yes! Please don’t stop.” You begged.

Not being touched for a very long time made you extremely needy and pathetic as you rutted your hips against him. “I don’t plan on it.” He whispered, sliding two fingers in your cunt, hearing the squelching while leaning in kissing your neck. The sudden intrusion had you almost creaming on the spot. Grabbing the thin strap of your dress between his teeth, he slid it down your shoulder, trailing more kisses down.

Moving your hand to the back of his neck, whimpering, you humped his fingers, never breaking eye contact. As he opened his mouth to say something, you shoved your panties in his mouth. The smell of your arousal was thick in the cabin and on his tongue.

Jean’s eyes went cross tasting you, then resumed pumping his digits in and out then curling them, wanting you to cum so he could get a real taste of you. He moaned loudly around the material wanting nothing more than to fuck you until your phone went off.

“Fuck. That’s Adam.” You panted, clearing your throat, Jean removed his fingers as you answered your phone.

“Hello?”

“Hi. Holly won’t stop crying and she won’t take a bottle. Is there any way you could come back?” Adam asked, walking around the living room in an attempt to console her.

Staring at Jean you put your hand over his mouth. “Of course. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

Hanging up you fixed your dress and kissed his cheek. “I’ll see you later.” You told him before quickly getting out of his truck, trying not to think about what just happened. Your next-door neighbor with his hand under your dress finger fucking you.

It didn’t hit you until you got home, that you left your panties in his mouth. Groaning, you walked into the living room, opening your arms quickly quieting your screaming daughter. Adam handed her to you before walking to the couch, sitting down. “Sorry, I tried everything I could but I think she missed you. How was your walk?” He asked, sitting next to you.

It was hard not to think about the way Jean groaned with two fingers deep inside you or the way he stared at you like you were his next meal. “It was good, quiet.”

You let the conversation die at that before excusing yourself upstairs to lay Holly down. Her eyes stayed shut as you laid her down for a nap, knowing she would need an hour before waking up for a while. Adam stood at the doorway watching you, wondering how he should begin the conversation. It could go either way but it was something that needed to be talked about.

“So, my mother called and asked when I went on my business trip if I could bring Holly because she hasn’t seen her since she was born.”

You turned around to look at him furrowing your eyebrows. “You didn’t tell me about the trip, but you want to take her by yourself out of state? You said you were done with traveling, that's why you got a new job.”

Adam shrugged his shoulders, knowing the conversation wasn’t already going well.

“I know but it’s this one time, and my mom would watch her while I’m working. That’s her family too. And I figured you didn’t want to come, unless you do, but it’s a good way to have some downtime and get some sleep.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes, feeling the irritation bloom like a flower in the sun. Stepping away from Holly’s crib, you walked past him and down to the kitchen to get something to drink.

He followed you frowning, both of you knowing it was going to be another fight.

“Why would I let you take her out of state when we moved here because of you?! She barely even knows who you are! No. The answer is no. You are not taking her anywhere and I’m not going either.”

“Did you forget she’s my daughter too? I’m working to keep this house and everything afloat, while you get to stay at home all day doing whatever it is you do with no thanks?”

An ugly laugh escaped as you stared at him wanting to toss your drink on his face.

“You’re fucking hilarious Adam. Doing what it is I do? Cleaning? Taking care of Holly? Going grocery shopping? Or what about making dinner every single night for you?! I offer to give you a back rub or even cuddle but you push me away. I take care of her by myself, except on Saturdays, but even then I get an hour max because you can’t get her to stop crying! I never get a break like you do. When you get home, you eat then go to bed, don’t even ask me about my day or how your daughter’s doing. So how about you go fuck yourself because we all know you aren’t fucking me.”

By the time you were done, your chest was heaving up and down, slamming the fridge shut before walking upstairs to your bedroom, shutting and locking the door, pacing the room, not believing you blew up like that on him, but the weight that was lifted off you made you feel better.

He knew the truth of how you felt, but it didn’t matter, because he wasn’t going to change and you knew it. The audacity he had to ask made you laugh again. The stress was overwhelming as you succumbed to the tears.

The next week you found yourself in bed with a book in hand, after Holly went to sleep, leaving you alone once again. Adam was already gone on his business trip, so it was just you two.

Soft music caught your attention as you turned to look out the window, seeing Jean sitting on his bed with his curtains and window wide open. Your panties were balled in his hand, as he held the material to his nose using his other hand to jerk himself off.

He couldn’t get you out of his head since the first day he met you, but after what happened in his truck he couldn’t stop, you were in his every thought. Part of you wanted to look away from what he was doing, but you couldn’t help it.

Getting out of bed, you crept over to the window watching his every move, feeling your cunt throb. His cock looked thick and long, something that could fill you up, giving you the pleasure that you craved.

“Like what you see?” Jean asked looking up to see you watching him. If he wanted to, all he would have to do was lean out and he could hold your hand, given that your house and his house were built side by side without much room between them.

“Oh, I didn’t mean to. I just looked over-”

“Don’t apologize, how about I give you a little show?”

You found yourself nodding your head sitting on the window sill, watching as he wrapped the material around his shaft, using it to masturbate. The erotic scene had you sliding your hand in your shorts, rubbing your clit propping one foot up, leaning against the wall.

“I wish I could have you right now, your pretty pussy hugging my cock instead. I can’t stop thinking about you.” Jean moaned, leaning back using his free hand to keep himself propped up.

His words swirled in your head as you thrust two fingers in your cunt. “You want that? I can’t stop thinking about you either. You’re so handsome and oh so very sweet to me. I want you to put that mouth of yours to use.”

Jean groaned, biting his bottom lip, pumping his hand up and down faster. “I bet you taste so good, don’t you? I would fuck you until we’re both dumb.”

You picked up the pace focusing on the way he stroked himself, moaning your name, had you pulling your fingers out and leaning out the window. “Come over.”

“What? Are you sure?” He asked, stopping completely to stare at you.

“I am. Please?”

Several minutes later Jean joined you in your bedroom, pulling you against him, kissing you deeply, wrapping you in his arms before pushing you on the bed hovering above you. His lips on every inch of your skin, licking and nipping while his hands shed your clothes, throwing them on the floor, your fingers tangled in his hair, wanting him to be closer.

Jean left open-mouthed kisses down between the valley at each breast, before kissing your nipples. “I’m still breastfeeding.” You warned him growing hot and a bit embarrassed.

“I know. Do you mind?” He asked, squeezing your breast watching milk bead on your bud.

“I don’t, no.”

With your permission he dipped his head down, latching on, suckling the sweet milk in his mouth, rutting against your bare pussy. The only thing stopping the skin-to-skin contact was his shorts. His dick rubbed your clit as he switched to your other breast, giving it the same attention. “Holy fuck. If you were my pretty little wife I would do this every night, making sure you knew you’re the best woman in the world. I want to pamper you.”

Wife.

Adam crossed your mind before you pushed that thought away, falling deeper in the hazy bliss Jean put you in, trailing his fingertips down your stomach, to ghost over your cunt, splaying you open, thrusting two fingers in like he did in his truck.

He found a perfect pace of deep and slow, brushing your g-spot over and over again, while he kept nursing from you, unable to help himself at this point.

With your fingers buried in his hair, you clung to him closer.

You kept your legs spread open for him, curling your toes like a cat kneading a blanket. The warmth of your orgasm washed over you. The feeling was different, as opposed to what you usually felt when you bit your hand to muffle the lewd sounds spewing from your mouth when you squirted, whimpering his name.

Jean pulled away from your tit to look at you with lust-blown pupils, spit and milk trickled down his chin. “Have you ever done that before?” He asked.

You shook your head. “I haven’t, no.”

“I’m glad to be your first then, that was sexy. You are such a goddess.”

Rolling your eyes you grabbed the band of his shorts tugging them down. “Needy aren’t we? I’m not done yet. I want to taste you.”

Jean settled between your open legs, kissing your pussy with sweet and slow kisses, sliding his hands under and around your thighs devouring you, his tongue massaging your clit, listening to you moaning, using it to go faster only to slow down, keeping you on the edge, digging his fingers in the soft flesh.

“Cum for me, beautiful.” He murmured, coaxing you into another climax that had you squeezing his head between your thighs as you humped his face, moaning and chanting his name.

“You taste even better than what I thought. I can’t get enough of you.” Jean groaned, pulling away looking at you with slick and spit covering his chin.

“Will you sit on my face?”

His question took you off guard. Propping yourself up on your elbows, sweat glistening your body, as Jean kneeled, running his hands up and down your sides, squeezing, watching you chew your lip. “I haven’t done that either with anyone. Are you sure?”

“If I wasn’t then would I ask? Of course, I’m sure. Sit that pussy on me, baby.”

Your cheeks burned as you switched positions, with him laying on his back and you straddling his face, hovering above his mouth. “Are you nervous?” Jean asked, squeezing your ass as he pulled you down on him, his tongue between your lips, attaching to your clit.

Holding the headboard, you threw your head back, grinding your hips, fucking his mouth, using your free hand to cup your breast, pinching and pulling your nipple. “Not anymore. It feels so good.” You moaned, losing yourself in the pleasure.

All Jean could do was hold your hips, moving his hands to your ass, helping you with the motions, letting go with one hand to tug his shorts back down, stroking his cock. “Jean baby keep going. I’m so close!”

With another rut of your hips, you stilled, cumming. He ate you out madly, like you were his last meal, licking you clean before gently pushing you off him, laying you on your back. “Can I fuck you? I didn’t have time to grab a condom and I don’t want to make you-”

“Go ahead. It’s fine. I’m on birth control so it’s fine, but I do want another baby.”

Jean growled low in his throat, thinking of you round with his baby. “What if we did? Give Holly a baby sister or brother?”

You watched him with wide eyes, pulling him down on top of you. “Really?”

Situating himself, he grabbed both of your legs, throwing them over his shoulders, pressing a kiss to each ankle and trailing his fingers down to his cock, holding it still, using his head, playing with your lips, and circling your clit before slowly thrusting in, looking at you, something you’ve noticed he likes to do, his hazel eyes boring in yours as he bottomed out.

“Holy fuck, you’re so wet and you feel amazing.” Jean moaned, tilting his head back, pulling out before snapping his hips forward burying himself to the hilt, holding your legs thrusting in and out looking down at you.

Fisting your sheets, you arched your back, feeling his cock stretching you out the way you didn’t know you needed, your moans and the bed squeaking with the wet squelching filled the bedroom. “More! Jean! Fuck me harder please!” You babbled, grabbing his arms, pulling him down on top of you, kissing him deeply and bucking your hips, fucking him back.

Rolling to his back, he pulled you on top of him as you planted your feet on the bed, bouncing up and down. His hands found themselves on your breasts, moaning. “You really do feel so good. I want to fuck you all the time.” Jean moaned when your bedroom door swung open, revealing Adam who stood watching you fuck the neighbor.

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